Nicole's Revenge on the College Life Model.

[FunKelly]

The professor, still peering over his glasses, looked at Nicole, then at me, letting out his usual. "Mmmm". I wanted to grab my clothes and put them on as quickly as possible. to conceal my shame, but remained frozen, as the professor cleared his scratchy throat and began to speak. "You ladies are familiar with the "Welcome Event" we hold each year, on the Saturday before the official college opening? Mmmm?" We simultaneously replied, "Yes". "Good. Because you two will be assisting me at the 'Life Drawing' exhibit.

Nicole and I looked at each other, and shrugged our shoulders, as if to say to one another, "So we have to give up a Saturday. No big deal. It could be worse". I wasn't scheduled to return to my job at the restaurant until the following week, so I was free that day anyway. Greeting new students and welcoming back others, while handing out pamphlets and answering questions with the professor, was not exactly my idea of a good time, but I figured it was only for one day.

Nicole stood there with her arms folded, while I had my hands clasped behind by back, afraid to show any sign of weakness, before the eccentric head of the college art program. I was regretting shaving my pussy, since I knew how much it annoyed the old man, and he was reminding me of that fact, in his own silent way. He continued to slowly walk around the room, also clasping his hands behind his back, which was his way. He then stood before us, still looking over his glasses and revealed his plan for the upcoming "Welcome Event".

"Nicole. You will hand out the class literature and smile at the people. Nothing else", he sternly instructed her. He then turned his focus to me. Miss Wilson. "You will speak to the incoming students about the class. You will also answer any questions potential new life models may have, along with posing on occasion throughout the day". "Posing? Posing where?", I asked, in a very inquisitive and concerned tone. "In the 'Life Model' exhibit booth of course. he replied.

"Professor! The event is being held in the gymnasium! There will be over a thousand people making their way through it. Incoming students and their parents, not to mention all the return students and teachers. I can not pose in the nude under those circumstances!" "You can, and you will, Miss Wilson", he said. "Unless you want to be expelled from the college, that is". Never taking his beady little eyes from mine, he continued, "You may get dressed now. I will see you in this classroom Saturday morning at 9:00 sharp. Don't disappoint me, Miss Wilson", he said, as he walked out the classroom door, and down the stairs.

"OMG Nicole! What am I going to do?", I asked, in complete horror, and shaking like a leaf. "Relax Karen. He's bluffing. He's just trying to scare you. He's not going to make you pose nude in front of the whole school", she confidently replied. "You really think so?", I asked, looking for reassurance. "I know so", she said. "Now get dressed and let's get out of here, before that creepy old man comes back".

I got dressed as quickly as possible, and we both walked to the first floor, using the opposite stairway, from the one the professor used. I wanted to avoid seeing him again. I was still shaking when we arrived on the first floor. Nicole took my hand and led me out the side exit to the campus lawn, still trying to convince me the professor was bluffing.

If it had been anyone else, I don't think I would have been so apprehensive, but Professor Akers was not only eccentric to the point of being borderline insane, he weilded great power at the college. No one would dare question his methods or his authority. I was petrified. Nicole walked me around the campus for a while, as she contiued to reassure me, not even that crazy old coot, would attempt to pull such a stunt.

In a last stitch effort to relieve my anxiety, Nicole pulled up the photos she had taken of me, wearing nothing but the trashy tank top, and asked, "You live alone, don't you Karen?" I nodded, "Yes". Smiling, she asked, "Any booze at the house?", knowing we were both a year away from being able to purchase alcohol. I told her that my uncle had left behind a couple bottles of liqueur, when he moved away. "Come on. Let's go have a couple drinks and post these photos on the internet".

Looking at the photos, I recalled how I had felt when I was teasing poor Ryan, wearing nothing but the tight shirt. Feeling a bit stimulated, I said, "O.k.", and we walked the three blocks to my uncle's condo. Once inside, Nicole started closing all the curtains and blinds. I asked her, "What are you doing?" She stripped down to just her thong, and asked, "Where's the booze?" She followed me to the kitchen, where bottles of rum, vodka and whisky, were stored in a cabinet.

Nicole poured each of us a shot of rum, then said, "Come on". "Come on, what?", I asked. "Strip down to the tank top. I watched you put it on under your T-shirt. I'll go topless and you go bottomless", she said. I stripped down to the tank top, while Nicole stood there wearing nothing but a light purple thong, then we both drank our shots. Nicole looked at me saying, Stop worrying about Saturday, and let's have some fun", pouring us a second shot.

We ordered a pizza, got drunk, and posted photos of me in my tank top, and Nicole in her thong, on the internet. We woke the following morning in my bed, both hung over and naked. Neither Nicole or I were quite sure if our little romp had led to a first lesbian encounter, for either of us. We just spent the day in my bed, nursing our hangovers. It was a welcome distraction from worry of how far Professor Akers may take his public life modeling decree.

Saturday morning came way too fast. Nicole met me at the condo, and we walked together to the college. She was again trying to reassure me everything would be fine, but it did little to relieve me of the ominous feeling I had. I wore a button up shirt over my bra, and khaki pants over my panties. I wore socks and sneakers as well. The last thing I wanted to do, was appear that I was prepared to pose in the nude.

We arrived at the classroom as instructed, to meet Professor Akers. He was already there putting some art supplies in a box. "Thank you for being on time ladies", was his only greeting, before getting right down to the business of intimidating me. "Nicole. You can take this box of supplies down with us. Karen. You may remove your clothes, and put on a robe. We leave in five minutes, ladies".

I looked to Nicole, as she mouthed the words, "He's bluffing", still trying to reassure me. I entered the dressing room, trying to catch my breath. My hands were shaking so badly, I was barely able to untie my sneakers or unbutton my shirt. I managed to remove my sneakers, socks and shirt, when I started to question whether my scholarship was worth being exposed in front of the entire college. "He's just trying to scare you Karen. He won't go through with this", I told myself, as I removed my pants, bra and panties, before putting on a robe.

I put my sneakers back on, then exited the dressing room, still shaking and trying to catch my breath. The professor looked at my sneakers, and said, "I guess you can remove those, when it's time to pose. Alright! On with it!", he barked, as he led us down the hall to the elevator. I could tell by the expression on Nicole's face, that she too was now concerned the professor might actually have me pose in the nude, at the 'Welcome Event'.

We entered the elevator and went down to the fist floor. When the doors opened, the main entrance was crowded with people, many of which who were looking at me with expressions of curiosity. I stayed close to Nicole and Professor Akers, as we exited the side door and walked the one hundred feet to the gymnasium. We entered the gym from the east side. The place was buzzing with activity. I felt more vulnerable than I had ever before, and was quickly overwhelmed with this horrifying feeling of dread.

Glances turned to stares, as we made our way down a temporary isle in the crowded space, made up of other exhibit booths. The professor kept marching on to the other end of the gymnasium, as if purposely parading me passed everyone there. My heart sank as we reached an exhibit booth in the far corner of the gym. Placed in the isle was a sign that read,

"YOU MAY ENCOUNTER SOME FEMALE NUDITY PASSED THIS POINT. PLEASE USE YOUR OWN DISCRETION"

OMG! It was like an invitation to every horny male college student, to visit the 'Life Modeling' exhibit, and gawk at the naked girl who was posing there. I was mentally crushed and emotionally destroyed. I quickly made my way into the exhibit, in an attempt to find shelter, feeling totally naked, despite the fact that I was wearing a robe that covered everything.

[FunKelly]

Once I regained my composure, what I noticed hanging on the inside walls of the exhibit, immediately captured my attention. Sure, there was a stool placed in the middle of the space, along with an easel, complete with fresh canvas, and a chair for the artist, all of which were unnerving, but it was what encircled three sides of the stool and easel, that took me by surprise .

There were paintings placed on the walls of the twenty by thirty square foot area, all portraying me, in the nude. Many of the works were done by Professor Akers. while some were painted by the students in the classes I had modeled for. All were artists' expressions of my naked body, that I was proud of.

As I was viewing the paintings, an alarming thought popped into my head. I frantically started to look around, when I heard Professor Akers say, "It's not here, Miss Wilson". "What? What's not here?", I asked. He replied, "The painting of you, wearing nothing but your provocative shirt". I was instantly relieved, when he continued, "This is an 'Artists' Gallery', Miss Wilson, not a 'Pornography Studio", before returning to arranging his art supplies.

I knew at that moment, the professor was going to have me pose in the nude for him, regardless of the foot traffic that was sure to pass by the 'Life Model' exhibit. The idea was disheartening, but somehow, being surrounded by real art works, depicting my naked form, made the task seem a little less daunting. "After all. I am a Life Model, am I not? And there is no shame in that", I thought to myself. I would soon find out if that attitude would carry the day.

My sense of self-confidence would be tested almost immediately. Professor Akers asked me, "Karen. Would you mind going to the snack counter and getting me a cup of tea? No cream or sugar, just plain tea, please". Before I could inquire why Nicole couldn't go for the tea, I heard," Nicole. I need you to return to classroom and retrieve the glasses from my desk. They're in a blue case. Now off with you both!", he insisted. Of course the snack counter was on the opposite end of the gymnasium.

I pulled my robe so it was tightly closed right up to my neck, and put a secure tie in the belt, before leaving the safety of the 'Life Model" exhibit, to start my venture through the crowded gymnasium to the snack counter. Nicole and I walked together until she had to leave the gym, and head back up to the classroom. I, on the other hand, had to continue my journey to the snack counter alone, wearing nothing but a robe and sneakers.

I was walking through the crowd, when I ran into Miss Sullivan. Just days ago, I was talking with her, while standing or hiding behind a podium, depending how you look at it, hoping she would not discover I was wearing nothing below my navel, not even pubic hair. Now I was wearing a robe, while completely naked underneath. "Good morning Karen. Just roll out of bed?", she asked, while chuckling.

Not knowing how to answer, I was relieved, at least for a moment, when she continued, and said, "I hope you're not wearing that tank top under your robe. It really was a bit vulgar, not to mention way to small for you". I was trying to excuse myself, using Professor Akers' tea as the reason, when she blocked my path, "What are you wearing under there anyway?", she asked, while tugging at my terry cloth robe. In sheer panic, I grabbed the robe, holding it closed with all my might.

Miss Sullivan's eyes became wide open, when she asked, in a whisper, "Karen! Are you naked under that robe?" Feeling utterly ashamed, I nodded, "Yes". "Why?", she questioned, again keeping her voice down. She leaned in towards me, so I could whisper my response in her ear. I'm going to be posing for Professor Akers at the Life Model exhibit. She had a confused look on her face, when she asked, "You mean up in the third floor art classroom, right?" I just shook my head, No".

The idea was so outrageous, that Miss Sullivan forgot where we were for a moment, and shrieked, WHAT" You're going to pose naked right here in the gymnasium?" Every eye within earshot, was now staring at us. I felt so unbelievably vulnerable, as Miss Sullivan, put her hand over her mouth. The look in her eyes could only be described as. apologetic.

I was unable to tell her how my education was on the line, because I was caught posing for Nicole, wearing nothing but the tank top that she hated, in the art classroom and by Professor Akers. She took my hand and started walking towards the Life Model exhibit. As she pulled me through the maze of exhibits, my only thought was how she may be able to convince Professor Akers to reconsider painting me in the nude, in such a public venue.

We reached the exhibit to find Professor Akers talking to three female students. Miss Sullivan stepped into the exhibit, and was immediately captivated by the displayed paintings. Her mood went from angry to one of admiration, in that moment. I watched as my one chance to get out of posing nude at the Welcome Event, was slipping away.

[FunKelly]

Miss Sullivan looked at me with an expression of approval, as Professor Akers asked me to come over and meet the three girls he was talking with. I joined him and the girls, when one of the asked, "What's it like?" I knew she meant, "What was it like to be naked in a room full of clothed people?', but felt awkward answering the question in front of Professor Akers.

As I considered my answer, Miss Sullivan called out, "Professor Akers. Are these paintings for sale?" The professor answered, "Yes Miss Sullivan. They start at $200.00, as he walked over to her, allowing me the opportunity to answer the girl's question honestly.

"Actually, I enjoy modeling", I answered. "It relaxes me. The way I see it, I can go to my job at the restaurant and run around like a crazy person for $14.00 an hour, or I can pose for $25.00 an hour, in the nice quiet setting of the classroom. The choice was always obvious to me.

The artists at the classes are all professionals. They don't look at you like, "The Naked Girl in the Room", instead they are focused on the lines and curves of your physique, and how to portray them on the canvas. Plus, it's gratifying when you see the art work that materializes from the sessions", as I looked around the exhibit, at the paintings of me, on display.

Miss Sullivan walked up to us, and said with great exuberance, "Karen. I just purchased one of your paintings!" Knowing they were not my paintings, I was just the model, I was still excited, when I asked, "Which one?". She pointed to a large painting that now had a 'SOLD" tag on it. I was sitting on a sofa, leaning back against the armrest. My right arm was resting on the top of the back cushions, while my right leg was bent at the knee, leaning against those same cushions, with my foot flat on the middle seat cushion.

My left leg was draped over the front of the middle seat cushion, with that foot placed firmly on the floor. My head was turned towards the artist, with my eyes looking down. It was unmistakable. The woman in the painting, was me. It was one of Professor Akers' paintings, that left nothing to the imagination. "It's going right over my mantle, as soon as I get it home", Miss Sullivan said. The idea of my naked body in such a prominent place in a college professor's home, was both flattering and humbling at the same time.

One of the other girls, asked, "What's the largest number of people you have ever posed for?" Although it was a half truth, if not an all out lie, I replied, "I posed for a class of thirteen, this past Wednesday". "And you're going to get naked in front of all these people?, she asked. Aren't you scared?", questioned the third girl, in a tone similar to the one used by Miss Sullivan, only twenty minutes before. Once again, all within earshot were now looking at me.

In an attempt to salvage a shred of my dignity, I took a page from Professor Akers' book, and casually replied, "Girls. You must first realize that 'Life Modeling' is an 'Art Form', not 'Pornography'. It's not something to be ashamed of, rather an artistic expression of which you can be proud. I might add that some of the finest and most valuable art works in the world, are images of the human form". It sounded good. Now if only I could convince myself.

I was unaware Miss Sullivan was listening in on my little speech, until she walked up, and said, "Karen. I had no idea how strongly you felt about your art form. I figured since the classes were small, you set aside any feelings of embarrassment you may have had, and posed to earn some extra money. After hearing how strongly you feel about your craft, I think you 'Should' pose at this exhibit. It's a great way to promote the 'Life Modeling' classes, and can help to further the curriculum".

'What time will you be posing?", she asked. Professor Akers replied, "10:00..12:00.. and.. 2:00". She winked, gave me a hug, told Professor Akers she would be back at the end of the day to pick up her painting, then walked away. Standing there, realizing my naked penalty would be imposed several times over the course of the day, I watched as any hope of rescue from Professor Akers' punishment, for my unruly behavior in his classroom, had vanished.

While trying to come to grips with my impeding doom, I saw three male and one female art student, I had posed for in some of Professor Akers' classes, walking towards the exhibit, carrying easels and canvases. Nicole was with them, carrying the art supplies. I asked, "What are you guys doing here?", when they came close enough. One of the guys said, "Hey Karen. professor Akers invited us. Were here to paint you".

I turned to the professor in disbelief, when he said, "I thought if we could replicate the classroom environment, it may help with enrolment". I then looked at Nicole, not sure of how to feel about her involvement. She shrugged her shoulders, then said, "I don't know Karen. When I got to the classroom to get the professor's glasses, they were packing up their stuff, and told me the professor said to give them a hand. So I did". That's when I heard an ominous reminder from the professor, "It's almost 10:00 Karen. You may remove your robe now".

[FunKelly]

I looked to the large clock in the gymnasium, and saw it was 9:54 am. It was just like Professor Akers to have me disrobe five minutes before posing, but I figured I'd wait until it was 10:00, before exposing my naked flesh to the growing number of visitors, who had now congregated around the 'Life Modeling' exhibit. After the additional easels were in place, and the student artists were in position, I asked the Professor how he wanted me to pose.

He looked over his glasses at me, indicating for me to stop stalling, and remove my robe. Having the other artists, who I had previously modeled for, present at the exhibit, actually made my public nudity seem less daunting. The professor told me to lean on the stool, arms outstretched, keeping one foot placed firmly on the floor, while the other was placed on the foot rail of the stool, while turning my head to the left, looking behind me. I took a deep breath, removed my robe, and took the position, requested by the professor.

I was completely naked in "The Life Model' exhibit", located inside the larger college wide "Welcoming Event" Anyone who wanted to see me naked in public, and take some photos or short videos, was able to do so, just by visiting the exhibit, during one of the three hour long modeling sessions. It never occurred to me that hundreds of photos would be taken of me, as I leaned on the stool, with everything on display. It was so unnerving.

Having my head facing the visitors at the front exhibit increased my level of shame ten fold. Not only did I know they were all taking pictures of me in my naked state, but I had to watch as they took them. I tried to turn my eyes downward, but the indignity of my circumstances was overwhelming, no matter how professional the professor attempted to make the event seem.

The first twenty minutes seemed like a lifetime. Being so exposed to the many parents, students and teachers, especially those I would be spending my sophomore school year with, was disconcerting. Professor Akers indicated it was time for my break, so I immediately scanned the area for my robe. It was sitting on a chair in the corner of the exhibit, obstructed by the many visitors who had made their way into the exhibit, to view the partially completed paintings of the artists.

As I tried to make my way through the crowd of clothed visitors to get my robe, I came upon barrier after barrier, in the form of the spectators. Nicole recognized my plight, retrieved my robe and started to bring it to me. Professor Akers had other ideas, as he said, "Karen. Since each session is only and hour, not two, breaks will be limited to two minutes. You may re-take your position now". My ignominy was complete. I took my pose, as the artists continued painting, while I watched as the clicks of the cell phones seem to be deafening, if only to me.

I was trapped and completely surrounded, with no option but to stay in my pose and bare it. The second twenty minute session, followed by my two minute break, again without my robe, was emotionally excruciating. During the third twenty minute session, I closed my eyes and tried to tune out the expressions on the faces of those viewing my bare ass, tits and pussy. To my surprise, much of the chatter I was hearing, was actually about the 'Life Model' course and the displayed paintings of me, in the nude.

After the third session, Nicole handed me my robe, before Professor Akers could come up with some reason for me not to have the cover of the terry cloth material. It was 11:00 and I had an hour before my next modeling session. I spent the first 15 minutes answering questions along with Professor Akers and some of the student artists. It felt good to be focusing on the 'Life Modeling' class, rather than be consumed with the humiliation that came with Professor Akers' public debasement penalty, for my behavior in his classroom, earlier in the week.

The first of the three girls I had met earlier, the one who seemed to have a genuine interest in life modeling, walked up to me. She whispered in my ear, and asked, "Do you get horny up there, knowing everyone can see your pussy and your tits?" Her question stunned me, but I did not let on, as I pondered the inquiry. I had avoided asking myself that very same question, knowing I would most likely be afraid of my own answer.

When I pose, I always find a specific item to focus on, then think about upcoming tests, projects that are due, anything but being naked in front of the clothed artist, who were painting or drawing my naked form. It's the only way to cope with this highest level of public exposure. Now I had no item to focus on, no upcoming test to consume my thoughts, just the expressions of the dozens of spectators who had taken photos of my bare ass and clean shaven pussy, as I leaned on the stool, utterly exposed.

I could feel myself hesitating to answer, as I tightened the belt of the robe around my waist. I felt more vulnerable having only this one item of clothing to cover my nudity, than I was when I was naked between sessions. Still stalling, I turned to the girl, and asked, "What is your name?" She replied, "Lisa", before asking, "If I want to be a 'Life Model', what's my next step? Can I pose with you today?" I was taken back by the question, when Professor Akers heard our conversation, and walked up to us.

"Well young lady, this is hardly the venue for a novice model, but come see me in my class and I will arrange and audition with just a couple of artists, to be sure 'Life Modeling' is for you". Both, the professor and I observed that Lisa looked noticeably disappointed, as if she wanted to rip her clothes off, right there in the gymnasium. I figured she was just some slut, who wanted the attention and thrill of being naked among a crowd of clothed people, and gave no further consideration to her questions, while privately examining my own motives.

To my total dismay, I heard Professor Akers ask Lisa, "Young lady. Would you consider posing fully clothed with Karen in the next segment?" Before I could protest, Lisa responded to the professor's offer. "How about if I pose in my bra and panties? It would be the same as if I were wearing my bikini". I was in disbelief as I watched Professor Akers actually consider the little tramp's counter offer. When he looked over his glasses at her, and said, "Mmmm. Lisa this event is an opportunity for us to increase registrations in the "life Model' course. You must be sure". "I am", she replied with great confidence.

"Karen. Come here please", were the professor's next instructions. Afraid to bring down any additional wrath he may be harboring, on myself, I shut my mouth and walked to where the two were standing. "Yes professor", I said, still tightening the belt on my robe. "Karen please have a seat, facing me", he said, while tapping the seat cushion of the stool. I almost died when I realized he was going to have me pose, facing the front of the exhibit, on display to all the visitors and spectators who happened to be passing by.

I did as instructed, and took a seat on the stool. He told me to place one foot on the floor and the other on the foot rail of the stool. He then instructed me to place my hands on my thighs, and look straight ahead, which I did without objection. He then directed Lisa to stand on my right, facing me. "Now fold your arms and lean over on Karen's shoulder", he said. "Now, place your mouth to her ear, as if you are telling her a secret", he continued. I just sat on the stool, hoping this day would be over soon.

Professor Akers stood back, and said, "That's perfect ladies. When we return at noon, you will both take those positions, thank you", then wandered off. Worried I might upset the apple cart, so to speak, I told Lisa I would rejoin her at noon, then made my way over to Nicole. Lisa's friends seemed astounded that she wanted to pose in such a public event, wearing nothing but her bra and panties. I overheard her say to them, "Relax guys. Karen will be the one totally naked, I'll be an afterthought. Besides, it'll be a bit exhilarating, I would imagine". I KNEW IT! The tawdry slut was only posing to get a cheap thrill.

It was now 11:30, and I needed to get away from the exhibit for a while. The student artists were more than capable of answering any questions the visitors may have, and I needed to distance myself from Lisa for a bit. She was making a mockery of the 'Life Model' exhibit and the course, as far as I was concerned. Nicole joined me as we ventured to the snack bar for a drink. I was constantly fearful that my robe may fly open, or even worse, I might pull it open myself.

After only a few sentences of conversation with Lisa, she had me second guessing my own motivation for life modeling. "Was it the extra money? Did I truly appreciate the art form itself? Or was I just like her. A trashy slut who got off showing her naked body to complete strangers?", I thought to myself. I shook off the idea, tightened the belt of my robe to the point where I could barely breathe, and asked Nicole, "What do you think of Professor Akers allowing someone with no experience, pose at the exhibit?" Nicole just shrugged off the question, as we arrived at the snack bar.

Remembering I had no money with me, I turned to Nicole and asked her if I could pay her back for my drink, when we got back to the classroom later. "Of course you can owe me, Karen. I wouldn't have it any other way". "What does that mean?", I asked. Nicole just smiled, and said, "Relax Karen. I know posing nude in such a public environment was not your idea, but you need to chill out girl". I knew she was right. I had to pull myself together. After all, I had two more sessions to pose for, one of which would be with the college's newest little slut.

We made it back to the exhibit with about ten minutes remaining until 12:00. I just rolled my eyes when I saw Lisa was already stripped down to her bra and panties, getting some last minute instructions from Professor Akers. If only he knew the little tramp was doing this for the attention and a cheap thrill. "Karen. Just take it easy and get this next session over with. If the little whore wants to expose herself in public, what do you care? You're the professional here", I thought to myself.

Down to six minutes until noon, I noticed two things. One, the exhibit was busier than when Nicole and I had left for the snack bar. The other, well Professor Akers was looking at me over his glasses, indicating he wanted me to remove my robe and take my place on the stool. Knowing I had time left until noon, but not wanting to be outdone by Lisa, I quickly removed the robe, handed it to Nicole, and walked my naked ass through the clothed audience, to the stool in the center of the exhibit. I took my pose and focused my attention forward, as I had been instructed.

Taking some artistic license, I placed my right foot a few inches further to the right, allowing and unobstructed view of my bald pussy lips, as the view of my tits was already unimpeded. Fortunately, the large clock in the gymnasium was in my sights, and made a good focal point. Lisa took her position, leaned on my shoulder, and placed her lips right up next to my right ear. The artists took their positions, as I focused on the clock, while Lisa's warm breath in my ear was a bit distracting, if not a little sensuous.

Ten minutes into the first segment of my second modeling session, I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up, as Lisa whispered into me ear, "This is so erotic. I think I have a wet spot on my panties. How do you keep your composure knowing everyone can see passed your smooth pussy lips, right into your vagina? You are a true professional, Karen". I had no idea what to do! I lost my focus on the clock, and only saw the faces of those who had a view of my bald pussy lips and the inside of my vagina, according to Lisa. My breathing became labored, as I desperately tried to regain my composure.

Lisa was silent for the remaining ten minutes of the segment, as I had finally regained my focus on the clock. When our break arrived, I stood up, took her hand and led her to the corner of the exhibit. Not wanting to make a scene, I whispered in her ear in a demanding tone, "What are you doing?" She gave me the most innocent, yet phony smile, and replied, "What?" "You know what", I said, again whispering in her ear. "I was just trying to pay you a complement, Karen", she replied. "Well keep your comments to yourself", I demanded, realizing I had used up one of the two minutes we had for break, so putting on my robe was futile.

I headed for the stool to take my position, when Professor Akers stopped me. "Karen. If you do well today, I plan on making you 'Lead Life Model' for the upcoming year. You will make additional money for posing, along with being paid to mentor our novice models. Your responsibilities would include recruitment, along with teaching the girls how to overcome their anxiety about posing in the nude. It would mean about an extra $200.00 a month for you. Think about it", he said, as he instructed me to retake my position.

"$200.00 a month!", I thought to myself. I know it's not a lot of money to some people, but to me, it was the difference between Ramen Noodle and spaghetti and meatballs. I almost forgot I was naked, as I thought about what a difference the money could make in my day to day college life. After taking my place on the stool, I looked at Lisa, and quietly said, "Lisa. I have an opportunity for advancement here. Please don't distract me while we pose. I want to thank you for your compliment, and apologize for my outburst earlier. I know this is your first time, and it can be exciting, but please remain silent while we are posing". She nodded, then we took our positions for the second segment, of my second session of the day.

[FunKelly]

Once in our pose, I again focused on the clock, but something was different this time. I was in a state of arousal, that was foreign to me. I stared at the clock, but was unable to deny the unwanted titillation, as I felt my nipples becoming erect. Petrified my state of arousal may be noticed by Professor Akers, the student artists, or some of the dozens and dozens of clothed spectators, who were now viewing my naked flesh, I desperately tried to think about anything but my public, naked exposure.

We were barely five minutes into the segment, as I felt my opportunity to be 'Lead Life Model' slipping away. I started picturing myself, fully clothed in my kitchen, stirring meatballs in marinara sauce, as the spaghetti boiled in a large pot on the stove. Feeling a bit more relaxed, I was relieved to find that thinking about cooking real meals in my kitchen, thanks to the extra money I would be receiving, helped me keep my mind off the salaciousness of my circumstances, and regain my composure. The next fifteen minutes went by without a hitch.

As I stood up from posing for the second segment, several freshman students, some with parents in tow, started to ask me questions about life modeling and the available courses. Knowing my break was only two minutes, I made no attempt to retrieve my robe. I summoned my inner courage, and answered their questions while completely naked, feeling rather confident I might add. Happy for a distraction that focused on the primary purpose of the exhibit, I was a bit disappointed when Professor Akers announced it was time for the third segment of my second session of life modeling, to begin.

Lisa and I took our positions, and the last segment of session # 2, began. My thoughts were now on my recent Q & A exchange with the freshman students, allowing me to feel more confident and secure, in my public nudity. Lisa was right. "I am a professional", I thought to myself. We were half way through the final segment, when Lisa would once again have be questioning my motives, while making me feel like a degenerate, if not some sort of depraved exhibitionist.

Lisa put her lips right up to my ear, and whispered, "Karen. I was so thankful I was wearing a bra when my nipples became erect during the last segment. I can't imagine the humiliation that comes with knowing everyone knows you are sexually stimulated. How you ever kept your cool, while your nipples were pointing at the crowd like a pair of harpoons, providing evidence of your sexual arousal, is beyond me. You are a true professional". With my possible promotion, as 'Lead Life Model' on the line, I suppressed both my anger and sexual desires, and froze solid as a statue, for the remaining ten minutes of the session.

When the session concluded, I grabbed my robe and walked away from the exhibit, afraid I might make a scene if I confronted Lisa. I was so upset with her, I was still closing my robe as I entered the walk area between exhibits. It was then that I bumped into Professor Sullivan. She was with Professor Turner, the female head of the college psychology department. The women looked at my partially exposed breasts, as I was still closing my robe and tying the belt around my waist, having had walked at least twelve feet from the exhibit exit. "What's your hurry, Karen?", Professor Sullivan asked. Startled out of my mental fog, I quickly finished securing the robe around my naked body.

It was then that I noticed the facial expressions, not to mention the flickering camera phones, of those around me. I had left myself partially exposed in the public walking area of the exhibits. Lisa had me so emotionally disoriented, I not only left my breast exposed, but I forgot to put on my sneakers. I was walking from the exhibit that way, in full view of dozens of visitors. Completely ashamed and humiliated, as the cold gymnasium floor was a reminder of my degrading, public exhibition, I responded to professor Sullivan's question, by saying, "I'm just going to the ladies' room".

Professor Turner said, "Why don't we walk with you Karen. It is Karen, right?" The truth is, I didn't have any idea where I was headed. I was just going anywhere to distance myself from Lisa. I had no option but to reply, "Sure", as I made my way to the ladies' room, with the two women on either side of me. As we walked Professor Turner asked, "So Karen. How long have you been life modeling?". I replied, "I started last fall, about a month after I started school. That's when I saw an add put up by Professor Akers".

"Do you enjoy it?", she then asked. "Enjoy it? I don't know if that's how I would describe it. I appreciate the art form, and the extra money helps me make ends meet, when I'm in school", I replied. We made it to the ladies' room, which was located in the girls locker room and shower area, inside the gymnasium. Thankfully it was vacant. I was walking to one of the stalls, when Professor Turner said, "Karen. Why don't I hold your robe for you sweetheart, while you pee?" "That's o.k. I'm fine", I replied, turning towards the stall door.

"Don't be silly. Trying to hold up that bulky robe above your waist, while trying to urinate in such a cramped space, is so unnecessary. Let me hold the robe for you dear". Feeling pressured by Professor Turner, I handed over the only article of clothing I possessed. She then passed the white terry cloth covering to Professor Sullivan, who held the garment over her folded arms. Relinquishing my robe was like surrendering my bodily concealment, and my dignity, at the same time.

Standing there completely naked in front of the two women, had me feeling more exposed, ashamed and humiliated, than I had felt all through the day. I went inside the stall, sat down and started peeing, when I heard the voice of another woman, I did not recognize. Once finished urinating, I knew I had to enter the bathroom from the stall, wearing absolutely nothing, and completely unaware who was going to see my naked physique. I wiped myself, took a deep breath, and exited the stall.

The woman looked familiar, but I did not know who she was. All I knew, was that I had seen her around the campus. She looked me over, and said, "You must be Karen. My name is Tina. I run the photography studio, here at the college. I heard how popular the 'Life Model Exhibit' is this year. Professor Akers must be very pleased", all the while continually returning her gaze back to my bald pussy. I could feel my humiliation level go through the roof, when she continued, "I was unaware that life models shave their vaginas".

I was speechless, as I looked to Professor Sullivan for help, and my robe. She remained steadfast in her position, standing several feet away, as Professor Turner added to my humiliation. "I noticed that too Tina, but just figured times had changed". Both women looked to me for an explanation. I struggled to find the words, then finally replied, "Posing for this event was a last minute thing", hoping the two women would drop the subject. It was no to be. The ultimate in degradation, was still to come.

Tina said, "Well professor, if you look closely, you'll notice the slightest bit of pubic stubble starting to re-emerge. That would indicate that Karen must have shaven her vagina, at least three days ago". Professor Turner replied, as she leaned in for a closer look at my smooth pussy lips, "Oh yes Tina. I see now. You are correct". The two women were discussing my clean shaven pussy, as if it were a monogrammed T-shirt.

The moment was unmatched in shame or humiliation. After what seemed like an eternity, Professor Sullivan finally handed me my robe. I didn't utter a word through the entire demeaning ordeal. As I was wrapping the robe around me, Tina asked me a question that would have me once again, second guessing my own motives for posing in the nude.

[FunKelly]

Sorry for the absence. Next chapter coming soon.

[Jellybean]

[Humilatron]

If you want, this could be an acceptable KWC entry. All you have to do is change the title so it can be included

Up to you.

[FunKelly]

What's KWC ?

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KWC - The Karen Wagner Contest
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